If you think about it, magick, is the only thing that’s real,

Throughout history, the actions and intentions of people, their ideas and inventions, the art, the music,

The beauty of love and life,

Pushing everything, ever onwards,

The ground beneath us,

This mountain of corpses,

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Is it not stable,

Ghosts and spirits,

The legion, and the deities above,

Demons, greed and avarice,

Envy and lust,

It produces so much,

It all continues to haunt us,

Humanity and the earth,

We live with so much,

The ocean and the coursing river,

Our children will remember us,

The snake coils around,

It moves up and down,

Vampires, immortals,

Continue to feed on us,

The virgins, so many of them,

The fish in the sea, they continue to sustain us,

What’s not real homie,

How many goblins have you slain,

All those video games,

Reality echoes,

Did you get stabbed in the heart,

Such fierce beasts,

Wolves and the tribesmen,

Saints and the spirit of angels,

Your mother, and the holy maiden,

What’s not real homie,

Do you need AI to fulfill a fantasy,

In my mind, I could have the same thing,

Fed on dew drops, and poetry,

Ideas sustain us,

It decides everything…